Now Skirnir, when the power of speech again
He felt, address’d the fair, and to explain
His mission straight began; but with disdain
Hasty she answer’d: “To thy lord return!
And tell him, Frey for me may vainly burn.
Ne’er let him hope to touch my heart, still less
The mountain damsel in his arms to press:
I hate him; is he not of Asar race?
And can we e’er forget the dire disgrace
Heap’d on us giants? by their mystic spells